Rise of the Gryphon (Belador #4)(7)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Sounding more like a witch in control, Imogenia said, “Make me a worthy trade and I’ll give you the bone if you’ll declare this deal satisfied.”

“What do you want?”

“A strand of hair.”

Storm’s jaw flexed against the “No” Evalle knew he wanted to shout. She laughed at Imogenia, making it clear she thought the suggestion stupid. “As if I’d give you something you can use against me?”

“I use hair for many things. It’s not always about the donor.”

“Tell you what. I’ll give you something better.”

“Such as?”

“The name of a witch in your coven who wants to take over and intends to use you for a blood sacrifice to do it.”

The witch’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not, Imogenia,” Evalle emphasized. “I’ll prove it. In your last Carretta Coven meeting, one of your witches sacrificed the wrong animal. A wolf you had other plans for.”

“How could you—”

“Let’s not waste time asking who told me that or how I know your name. I needed something to trade for information that I heard you had on Tristan and the Medb. Do you have anything else to tell me about those two?”

“No.”

Evalle checked Storm, who lifted his chin, confirming the witch wasn’t jerking Evalle around. She turned back to Imogenia. “I’ll make a final offer. You hand over the bone. I give you the witch’s name. We call it even. Bernie leaves with you.”

“Agreed.”

Storm asked, “How will you get your Alterant into the ABC?”

Imogenia smiled. “I have a source. Now, I want that traitor’s name.” Fury seething in Imogenia’s eyes this time was clearly for the traitor.

“The bone first.”

“This armband must be given and accepted. You have to want the Volonte. Do you want it, and do you accept possession once I take it off?”

Storm growled in aggravation, but Evalle rolled her eyes and said, “Yes. Can we get on with this?”

“Your arm must be free of tattoos, piercings, jewelry, anything from the elbow to your fingers.” When Evalle shoved her sleeve back, showing that she had nothing but bare arm, Imogenia lifted her arm and whispered, “I am gifting you to another. Release.” The armband unclasped, dropping into the witch’s waiting hand.

Evalle held out her palm to accept the jewelry.

Imogenia slapped the armband on Evalle’s forearm, and the clasp clicked shut.

Storm moved as fast as a thrown dagger, grabbing the witch by her throat. He lifted her off the ground. “Get it off of her now!”

Everything around Evalle blurred at the edges.

Imogenia flailed her arms, eyes bulging. She squeezed out, “She . . . she . . .”

Evalle stared at the band locked on her arm and had the strangest relaxed sensation, as if nothing was an issue. She didn’t feel any tingling or power sensation, just a sense that all channels were open and flowing in her body.

A gurgling noise drew her attention from the armband to Imogenia’s mouth, which was pulsing like that of a fish out of water gasping for air.

Evalle shook her head and everything came back into focus. She didn’t know the rules of a Beast Club, but she doubted she and Storm would walk out of here alive if he killed a sponsor. She touched his arm. “Put her down. The armband isn’t doing anything to me.”

He reluctantly lowered Imogenia until the woman’s kicking feet hit dirt, but he kept his fingers around her throat and demanded, “Why do you smell of licorice?”

“What?” Imogenia’s eyes were still bulging. “Incense. Bought it.”

He growled at Imogenia, “Take off the armband and hand her the finger bone.”

Imogenia coughed and sputtered.

Evalle said, “Let her breathe, Storm.”

When he released the witch reluctantly, Evalle told Imogenia, “Now take it off.”

Imogenia rubbed her neck, then held up shaky fingers. “Give me a chance to explain. The bone was already woven into the armband when it was gifted to me and can’t be removed. The gold and bronze is five centuries old and protects the Volonte powers.” Nodding at Evalle, Imogenia continued, “She’ll have to free the armband the same way when she hands it over to the next owner or the bone will attack her. It resents being stolen. Every time it moves from one person to the next, it must be passed as a gift or it attacks both the new owner and the previous one. And—” Imogenia’s eyes smirked at Storm. “If you give it to a shifter, they can’t shift.”

A pet bone with emotional issues. Just what Evalle needed. “Can I take it off to shower or go to bed?”

“No. The Volonte will retaliate if you try to remove it for any reason other than gifting the armband to a person who accepts it.”

“Retaliate how?”

“You’ll be blinded.” Imogenia looked at Storm, whose chest moved up and down with angry breaths. “I’m telling the truth.”

“What else do I need to know about this thing?” Evalle asked, eyeing the creepy armband.

Imogenia must not have answered quickly enough to suit Storm. He growled at her and the witch started issuing instructions. “Before you give it away, you have to take full possession by telling the bone it belongs to you.”

Evalle felt heat around her wrist. “When?”

“Sooner than later. It will get hot when it’s angry to the point of a burn scar if you wait too long. Then the bone will burn through your arm. Once that starts, your body begins to die. Is it warm yet?”

“Yes,” Evalle hissed.

“Then talk to it.”

“I can’t believe I have to—” The skin on her arm felt as though she held it in a flame. “Okay.” Evalle lifted the bone into view. “You belong to me.” She’d read her horoscope in the paper this morning.

There hadn’t been one word about owning slave fighters or sentient cadaver bones.

Imogenia continued her directives. “When you’re ready to hand off the Volonte, do the same thing I did. Just tell the bone that you’re giving it as a gift, then order it to release and put the armband on the arm of the new owner.”

Storm stared at Evalle’s arm, then warned Imogenia in a low voice, “If that bone harms her, expect to see me again.”

“If she does what I told her, she’ll be fine.”

He wasn’t sold. “Did you give her that armband to harm her in any way?”

“No.”

“How will it affect her?”

“Unless she uses it in the dark arts, this bone’s power will only enhance her desire for whatever she wants.” Imogenia shoved her attention back to Evalle. “Now, you owe me a name.”

How could enhancing be harmful? Other than that one moment, Evalle still didn’t feel anything playing around with her Belador powers, so she told Imogenia, “The traitor is Daniella.”

“That evil, backstabbing bitch.” Imogenia waved her hands and muttered a string of words, then turned to Evalle. “I’ve cleared the shielding spell. We’re done.”

When the witch took a step to leave, Evalle said, “One more thing.”

“What?   ” Imogenia snarled, hair whipping around when she spun to face Evalle and Storm.

VIPER needed the name of the person who’d be offering the trade at the games, the person who would spend eternity locked away for dealing Noirre majik. “Who’s negotiating on behalf of the Medb for the five Alterants at the end of the ABC?”

“Tristan. He’s in charge of all Alterants for the Medb.”

Tristan? “You held that back.”

“I did not. Thought you knew that. It’s common knowledge.”

“How will anyone believe him?”

Imogenia muttered something to herself. “Do I look like your tour guide?”

Evalle took a menacing step toward her and said, “Do I look like someone with patience?”

Imogenia didn’t cower, but she did back down in a silent standoff.

“I didn’t agree not to warn Daniella that you’re coming for her,” Evalle pointed out. “You tell me why anyone would accept the Medb’s word and how I find the ABC location, Daniella’s all yours.”

That got through to Imogenia. “The Medb are sponsoring this championship and have given a blood oath to back their offer. Plus, the Medb are sending a woman with Tristan and she’ll be ordered to state the agreement the Medb have made under a truth test. If she fails the test, she’ll die on the spot, but the host is not saying any more than that so there’s no way to prepare for the truth test.”

“And access to Cumberland?”

Imogenia muttered to herself about dragging this out. “The host will arrange for boats that carry nonhumans, and those boats will know where to go. I don’t know the pickup point yet, but the source who told me about this Beast Club is finding out for me, so ask your source.”

Evalle didn’t have a source except Grady. If he’d known any more, he’d have told her.

Not waiting for another comment from Evalle, Imogenia waved at the Domjon to get his attention.

When his gaze shot to Evalle, she lifted her thumb up, signaling they’d reached an agreement. How was she going to find out the pickup point?

The witch strode off in a huff.

Evalle turned to Storm. “Tristan wouldn’t work for the Medb.”

Storm’s attention stayed on the witch, who slowed long enough to drag poor, nak*d Bernie to his feet, then exited the fight camp. “She was telling the truth, but even I’m surprised at Tristan helping the Medb. Maybe he’s suffering from Stockholm syndrome.”

“Or Tristan may be compelled, but without any way of proving it, he’ll be as guilty as the Medb once he does this.”

She had the sudden urge to hunt down Kizira, the Medb priestess who’d captured Tristan, and choke her until she released him. What had Quinn ever seen in Kizira? As Quinn’s best friend, Evalle tried to be open-minded about Quinn’s mysterious history with the Medb priestess, but he was a Belador who deserved a woman worthy of him. He shouldn’t be friends with the enemy, and Evalle would tell him the next time she saw him.

The Medb were a bunch of murdering witches and warlocks who deserved to die slowly. Fury blazed through her, demanding justice. Now.

“Evalle?” Storm asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

At the sound of his voice, she blinked, surprised she’d forgotten he was standing there, or where she was for that matter. She never lost touch, especially in a dangerous environment. It grated on her that she had this time, which came through her voice when she answered with a sharp, “Nothing’s wrong.”

Storm studied her with concern. “Did you forget that you can’t lie to me?”

Well, yes.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, confused at the burst of anger. Storm was right earlier when he said she needed sleep. “Sorry. Just worried about Tristan. And his sister. And his two friends captured with him.” She looked around. “Can we leave now that you’ve fought someone?”

Storm studied her an extra second, then said, “We’re done once we tell the Domjon we’ll forfeit so Zymon’s beast can win my category.”

“Let’s get out of here. I need to figure out some things.” Like how she was going to convince anyone to help Tristan now.

VIPER, Macha and the Beladors would expect her to hunt Tristan and any other Alterant aligned with the Medb. Evalle had to get inside the beast championship—without Storm involved—and convince Tristan to leave with her.

She might as well bet on world peace as long as she was going for long shots.

FIVE

Hiking a mile up one side of a mountain then back down the other side at three in the morning in the face of a chilly breeze should have taken the edge off of Storm’s frustration.

But, no, he still wanted to rip something to pieces.

Evalle’s emotions had been flying around from anger to worry to irritation to anxiety to fury to something that felt very much like desire.

That last one might bring on the “Hallelujah Chorus” if not for his concern over her unusual roller-coaster emotions.

Evalle looked over at him, gaze dropping to the belt he now wore again. “You never told me what that stone from your belt buckle was worth.”

Not going to either. “It’s replaceable.” But she wasn’t, and that bone put her at risk. He groused, “That armband is coming off tonight.”

“No, it’s not,” Evalle argued. “You heard Imogenia. I can only give it to someone who wants it.”

“I’ll take it.”

“You don’t want this thing. You couldn’t shift into your jaguar form with this locked on your arm.”

“You can’t shift either,” he pointed out.